His eyes moved back and forth between mine. “Now why would we want to go and take the fun out of it? It can be our little secret.”
I swallowed. We already had one of those and I felt guilty enough keeping it to myself. “Another little secret?”
He nodded slowly. “Do you think you can handle that?”
I licked my lips as he leaned closer. “I think so.”
“I need a yes or a no, doll face.”
I pinched my bottom lip between my teeth to stop myself from smiling. “Yes.”
Chapter 27
Lukas
For the first time in months—years—I felt full.
The way Kayla looked at me in the passenger seat of the car made it easy to see right past the creepy makeup and tattered doll clothing. All I saw was her. A kind spirit, a wise soul, a fierce friend, and a passionate lover.
She was the girl of my dreams, and right then, every fiber of my being pleaded with me to reach out and kiss her. Take her. Remind her what it was to be loved by Lukas Holt.
Kayla let out a breathless sigh and settled back in the seat. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands in her lap. “Tonight was so much fun.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
She cracked open one eye and smiled at me. “I’m glad you came.”
“Me too. I—”
“Oh, shoot!”
“What?”
“We never tracked down Rebecca or Meredith for an interview and photo op.”
“Too bad for them, I guess. Although I think that’s for the best. I hardly think this costume is me putting my best foot forward.”
Kayla giggled. “It’s not about the costume. It’s about the willingness to get involved and participate. People like that, especially in a guy whose reputation suggests he doesn’t possess those qualities.”
“Are you trash talking me?”
She rolled her eyes, but her smile remained. “Oh please. I would never. I’m just saying. We should have gotten a picture at the very least, to prove you were there.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the gallery to show her the picture I’d taken of us back in the haunted room. “I have a photo.”
Kayla leaned closer to me and looked down at the picture. “Can you send that to me?”
My heart pounded a little harder against my ribcage. “Of course.”
She smelled like vanilla and spices and the leather seat creaked softly as she leaned even closer to peer down at the picture. “We look good, don’t we?”
She glanced up at me, and I couldn’t help myself. I cupped her chin and kissed her.
Kayla’s lips curled in a smile against mine. She didn’t protest. Instead, she clawed at my clown costume and worked to yank the zipper down. Once she succeeded, she plunged a hand down the front of the open suit and cupped it over my boxers.
“Someone’s eager,” I said breathlessly.
“I guess clowns really do it for me.”
I laughed.
Kayla took her seatbelt off and went to her knees on the seat. She turned to face me, her small body making it easy for her to move around inside the car. She leaned over the console between us and pulled me free of my boxers. Things were moving quickly and I wondered if I was the only one who hadn’t been able to stop thinking about our night in the hotel.
It would seem I wasn’t.
Kayla bowed over my lap. She pressed her lips to the tip of my cock and her tongue traced a few gentle sweeping circles over me. My hips tightened and I gripped the sides of the seat as she worked me into her mouth deeper and deeper, until she held me in the back of her throat.
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as she worked herself up and down. Soft sounds escaped her at first, but as she sucked me off, she fell more into the moment. Soon, she was moaning. Her knees spread farther apart on the seat. Her tutu inched higher up around her waist until I could see her hot pink panties through her white nylons.
Kayla never struck me as the sort of girl to wear bright pink like that. I liked it.
I reached between her thighs and rubbed her over the nylon material. Kayla paused to let out a soft sigh before descending on me again and worshiping me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I gathered her hair off her face and used it to pull her up to meet me for deep, desperate kisses.
As we kissed, Kayla struggled to get her nylons down. She failed.
Unfazed, Kayla swung one leg over the console and slid into my lap. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and our kiss tasted like vanilla and honey from the granola bars. She whimpered against my lips and guided my hand between her thighs.
Desperate and in no mood to fidget with the nylons, I tore a hole through them.
Kayla yelped. The sound shot a jolt of need through me so primal my balls tightened. I gripped her hips and guided her over me. She lowered herself and took all of me. Her walls were tight and she gripped my cock all the way down. She was slippery wet and gloriously swollen with lust.
She draped her wrists over my shoulders and hung her head back as she slowly rolled her hips. I relished every second of watching her pleasure. I leaned forward as she rode me so I could kiss her throat and her chest. Soft sighs escaped her and I slowly bucked my hips beneath her until the softness of the moment passed and she pulled herself back up so she could cling to my headrest.
She bounced on my cock like it was an Olympic sport. Her thighs worked and flexed and slapped against my legs. Her ass hit the steering wheel so I pulled the seat all the way back. We slid about half a foot and I dropped the back of the seat to an incline.
